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Through A Looking Glass


Through A Looking Glass I'm in a epistle not an apostle I'm a river not a duck I like elephants But let me out of the trunk This is one hell of a pharmacopeia And I'll devour Every last dose There's pills to shit And stop it back up Provide slumber And start you up Goodmoodbadmoodnomood at all Square ones round ones green yellow red There's one to fix your head Too many and you're dead Like Fred with the maggots Breakfast lunch dinner sinner He's just a snack now A miserable mother fucker Happy heart attack Lamentations from my prison cell He disenherited me before going to hell Wads lost to the wicked wench to the... Galley Ho the Caprice went Argue softly mother sleep close by Dear brother near Invisible six feet deeper Monuments of monstrosity Granite red for the corpses festering I'm awakened by the crash of thunder Horns blaring an arrival in my head My name is Survival Onyx inspirations leave a flavor And a craving the same as addiction I remember Richard Nixon He was no crook he said so himself Flashing peace signs Before crawling into the whirlygig Over the rainbow ruby slippers click Nineteen thirty and Mr Zick Bonnie and Clyde what a ride Stolen sedans and blazing fire Opera singers Tabernacle choirs Hallelujah rejoice Angels in turbans This jet is doomed Like twins rising to the Sun Crumpled undies in the corner I wish I could remember the name Of last night's depositor Laying under my quilt I can't believe my cat is smirking... At me like that for forgetting 10/10/13
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